Where nobody ever comes
Only once in a great while
Something like the sound of a far-off voice.
The low ray of the sun
Slip through the dark forest,
And gleam again on the shadowy moss."
- from Wang Wei Poetry Translations, (this version: tr. Kenneth Rexroth, 1990)
Hope you’re wearing your greenest garment today!
(In a pinch, just print this photo and tape it to yourself.)
